Dylan Tweney

the first plums just enough sweetness for now

Someone asked the eminent Vietnamese Zen master Tue Trung: “What is the purified Dharmakaya?” He replied: “Buffalo dung and cow urine.” (from Thich Nhat Hanh’s “Mindfulness Survival Kit”) A Buddha appeared by the side of the freeway in Redwood City in the past year or so. I’ve long wondered about it

ruddy sunset through the BART train’s window :: no one to show it to

I am somebody :: but the moon knows that’s not the whole story #haiku #micropoetry #haiga #mural #streetart https://www.instagram.com/p/By1d-zVpJTM/?igshid=yt5z5pg8t8am

I made another #videohaiku. This one starring a magnificent red tailed hawk that perched right outside our office window this morning #haiku #micropoetry #videopoem https://www.instagram.com/p/ByjsQTBHAsl/?igshid=lwb117coneuk (Source: https://www.instagram.com/)

Watch out for that first step At the Zen group, after sitting for half an hour, we took turns reading from Charlotte Joko Beck’s Everyday Zen. The key question in the selection we read, on what the practice is: What can you rely on? Joko Beck’s answer: You can rely on life to continue being […]

this way to nirvana https://www.instagram.com/p/ByGcfeUJq93/?igshid=9z95t0rpksx5

The dogs have fleas. The cat keeps pooping on the kitchen floor. The house is of course a mess, and my daughter is graduating from high school tomorrow — assuming she got rid of that F in English.  Meanwhile, my wife is recovering from her 2nd eye surgery in a month, after two months of […]

my first attempt at a video haiku #videohaiku #micropoetry #haiku #micropoem https://www.instagram.com/p/ByA3mTqn5v6/?igshid=13esdwannjpdo (Source: https://www.instagram.com/)

The world constantly reminds us that nothing is permanent. Nothing escapes destruction. wisteria in bloom :: what the old stones don’t tell

tchalisew: southernbitchface: m–ood: A very curious octopus. Watch this and be blessed “Why he smoosh my head??? Wait smoosh my head again.” (Source: http://tchalisew.tumblr.com/)

Note: This article first appeared in Popula on March 28, 2019. Approaching 50, I went a little bonkers. I grew a beard, started waking up early in the morning to meditate, got into long email and phone conversations with a couple of spiritually-inclined friends, and started going to weekly meetings